The words knocked the wind out her chest.
'His dad never abused him. That means we beat up an innocent man,' Lexi thought.
She tried to tell herself there was no way for her to know that at the time, but the excuse was a lame one. Even Dexter checked to make certain his 'victims' had committed the crime he was sentencing them to death for.
'We were drunk,' Lexi thought, another subpar attempt to alleviate her guilt.
She stared dully, watching as he gathered more flies to add to the gastronomic delight that awaited his poor father. One buzzed in his hand, barely clinging to life before he dumped it in with the others. Its wings twitched for a second before the motion caused the broth to swallow it up like quicksand.
"Why?" she whispered.
He glanced at her. "Why did I lie?"
"Yes, that... and why are you doi
